Oh you like that do you? What’s that? You feel you deserve a new toy?
You know why you can’t have nice things. There’s the little matter of the destroyed scratcher.
What’s that? Oh I see. That explains everything. It attacked you.
While you were under the influence of catnip, I believe.
I would be more than happy to get you the deluxe kittie condo with the treat dispenser on the back porch and the cuddly interior but you can’t seem to take care of the things you already have.
Where are the felt mice I gave you last week? Batted under the closet door. I suppose you expect me to get them out for you too, don’t you?
You have the upright sisal scratcher. Do you ever use it? Of course not. Instead you ruin my things. Knocking the vase off the top of the bookshelf so you can sit there. Scratching perfectly decent furniture.
What were you thinking? You have very bad boundaries. There are limits you know.
Then there’s the whole try to open the cat food with our teeth episode. Did you have pull everything else off the counter in the process? Besides you know the rules. Food in the bedroom is absolutely not allowed even if it’s still in the can.
Then there’s all the cat hair. Why? Why is always me who has to clean it up? Really you should be more responsible.